Chapter 251

Despite many modifications, the original shape of the flying Taran can still be vaguely recognized. She has undergone great changes over the centuries, such as the doubling of the number of statues on the hull - many statues are carved from marble during sub space travel in order to better judge the direction.

The ship's journey is eternal and spans several generations. Her mission is to spread faith by all necessary means wherever she is.

Sometimes she would send wandering confessors where they should go.

More often, her warehouse is full of cultural relics and religious works of art. In order to ignite the flame of faith, she trades sacred items carefully, piously and respectfully.

Some treasures are only on display temporarily. The flying Taran will bring the sacred relics of the world to be witnessed by loyal believers.

Billions of pilgrims will come from all over the world to see the remains of saints and the shields of martyrs.

Each exhibition can only last for a few weeks at most, making the pilgrimage race against time, and then the flying Taran will leave.

The next return may be a year or a hundred years later.

Bilak then took pomfili from the lower deck to the middle cabin of the ship.

When the Archbishop stepped into the hall, he immediately took a breath of joy.

"Great emperor..."

It's very spacious. It's no longer like the cargo hold of a cargo ship a long time ago. Now it's more like a huge relic box like the nave of a cathedral.

The light here is rich, warm, soft, but not dim. The golden throne covered on the huge ceiling murals seems to be sprinkling the glory of the throne on the galaxy.

A choir of 100 people stood on the front floor of the stand, and the singers' solemn hymns echoed in the air.

The Archbishop walked back and forth between gilded display cabinets, which displayed gem like fingers, jaws on purple silk cushions, bronze hymns, the Archbishop's scepter and ornaments made of sacred femurs.

The captain smiled when he saw the Archbishop's expression.

"I'm glad you're satisfied with it, my Lord."

"Happy?"

Ponfil looked at the sacred objects and whispered:

"Just being happy is not appropriate, captain. Your work is done so well that no words can match them."

"I'm glad to offer my little help to you."

"Me too."

"Do you have any specific requirements?"

"I'm not sure yet."

The Archbishop paused for a moment.

"At present, there is no need to worry about security and rebellion. There are no signs of heresy in valledo."

When he said this, he looked very confident. He believed that if such evil spread in his world, he would know.

Pomfili has always been vigilant, and the state religion's control over citizens must be unbreakable.

Of course, this is not enough.

"People should integrate their faith into their lives. They need to feel the light of the national religion again. They need enthusiasm."

"I see. I hope you don't get angry, Archbishop... In fact, you're not the first person to make such a request, and we're just good at solving such problems."

"How can I be angry? On the contrary, I'm happy."

"Well, in this case, my usual suggestion is - I'm sure you've guessed, to exhibit cultural relics in the capital."

"Very good."

"Then, are you willing to personally choose the cultural relics to be exhibited?"

After that, the Archbishop began to select cultural relics.

But when he walked through hundreds of boxes in the corridor, his initial surprise disappeared.

His began to become depressed and disappointed.

These cultural relics have no problem, but they are not special. There are too many mediocre things.

Perhaps he was expecting something so noble but so vague that no real object could meet his expectations.

Pomfili longed for a turnaround. He longed to tremble with awe. He wanted to experience the enthusiasm of the fire of faith lit in the hearts of his congregation.

He needs a celebration worthy of being celebrated for hundreds of years, which will make his subsequent ascent more smooth.

But everything he saw did not reach such a state.

He felt solemn and awed, but he was not convinced. Any relics here were nothing special to him.

The captain felt the change in his mood.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you with our collection."

"Not like that."

The Archbishop waved his hand a little tired.

"It's hard for me to define what I want. It must be unique, it must be..."

He groped his mind and said slowly:

"It must be beyond our imagination. Only in that way can we feel the sacred touch of the emperor's will."

The Archbishop sighed, frustrated that words alone could not express anything beyond his boundaries.

"Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

The captain looked uneasy when he heard these words.

"I think so."

He said, his eyes flashing to the left involuntarily.

Pomfili caught the little movement and looked in that direction.

There was an empty box a few yards behind the aisle, so he approached it.

"What was in it?"

"A sacrificial mask."

The captain returned with some uneasiness.

"Where is it? Is it a commodity?"

"No, it's a valuable item that will never be sold."

"Where is it?"

The Archbishop insisted, feeling as if he had caught something.

"We've moved it to the storeroom for the time being."

"What do you mean temporarily?"

"We will not show it until we can determine its source... It is an unidentified item, so there is no place in the cultural relics here. We initially think it was found in prandium's tomb."

"Wasn't it destroyed?"

"Indeed, the Tara Zerg invasion destroyed the planet, but we believe that the remains of some tombs are still worth excavating. We found an unknown Scripture."

"Who is its owner?"

"It could be a bishop of prandium."

"Do I remember the miracles that were said to have appeared before the destruction of prandium?"

"I also remember that the bishop wrote a scripture praising the emperor and encouraging believers. With the encouragement of the Scripture, believers fought against aliens for months and were finally outnumbered."

"But that Scripture has never been found."

"Indeed, we can't guarantee that this thing is the legendary Scripture against tyron."

This ambiguity is frustrating, but it's also fascinating.

Pangfili believed that this coincidence must represent something, so he made up his mind.

"I want to see the relic."

The captain shrugged.

"I can't guarantee that what you see is true."

To the archbishop, this statement sounded perfunctory and confused by the captain's answer, but then he concluded that he saw a clever businessman deliberately hiding what he had always wanted to show him.

"I understand, but I still want to see."

It doesn't matter whether bilak tried to test him or not. He is convinced that the wheel of fate is turning.

"All right."